#And before you try and yell at me 'ohhh but he's not ace he totally a monster fucker mehh yadda yadda' is that not. Rather popular among ac

[therealsirsticker]

man laios is like soooo asexual. just overflowing with the vibes. If you get it you get it if you don't you will stay off my post like a polite person

[amyyythestarry]

Tsukasa’s a Himiko Toga kinnie. And a Pinkie Pie kinnie.

Amane/Hanako is a Omori kinnie, and a Donnie + Leo kinnie.

Mitsuba is a Duck ( From DHMIS ) and a Sally Starlet kinnie.

Sakura is a Glitter Breeze and Glitter Ace kinnie. ( Can u tell I ran out of ideas )

Natsuhiko’s a Real Love Song by Nothing But Thieves and Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montogomery kinnie…

But, I thought of this thing that’s popular amongst friends, and my friends that definitely also relate to TBHK friend groups, even ones I made up.

In New Blues there are really only two main friend groups at first and one of them are called Aegean, that has Natsuhiko + Sakura + Mitsuba + Tsukasa + Amane + Y/n. ( Did I ever mention Y/n’s in this au?) I called it Aegean bc I had no other ideas and the au is called ‘New Blues’, and Aegean is a shade of blue.

This kinda has nothing to do with the kinnie thing.

Y’know when friends come up with code names, like for crushes and people they don’t like? Yeah, that’s the Aegeans.

Little scenario.

—

Tsukasa and Mitsuba are minding their business in Kamome’s high school building library. Mitsuba was on his phone scrolling through social media, and Tsukasa was doing homework he had, that he definitely wasn’t going to do it at home because it was Friday.

Mitsuba keeps looking up at his phone occasionally, at Tsukasa or to just gaze at his surroundings. The one time he does it though, he spots a new face in the library in between two book cases, the person looked to be trying to find a book. Because it was a library, obviously.

But Mitsuba gasped a little, and patted Tsukasa’s shoulder several times to get his attention.

Tsukasa turned off his music, Gimme Chocolate by BABYMETAL, and looked at Mitsuba.

“Hmm?”

“Oh my god, oh my god, look it’s mango!!!” He whisper-yelled.

Tsukasa looked around him, and saw no mangos, so he turned to Mitsuba confused.

“What mango-??” He said with a regularly-voluminous voice, and his best friend instantly shushed him.

The noise that they were making made the person turn to them, and smile as she walked towards the table they sat at.

“Don’t say anything Tsu.” Mitsuba whispered to Tsukasa one more time before he pretended like he was on his phone again.

Tsukasa, confusingly, continued to write on his paper homework.

“Hey Mitsuba-san, and Tsukasa-san! If you don’t mind, could I ask you guys do you know where the Sci-Fi books are?” The girl asked sweetly.

Mitsuba looked up, unnoticeably having a small blush on his cheeks.

“Ohhh, yeah! I think it’s over there somewhere, near the librarian’s desk. I’m sorry if that’s not it though..!” He laughed nervously.

He knew where the Sci-Fi section was, he reads them. ( As well as Tsukasa but he didn’t look up from his paper because he was told to not say anything )

“Oh, thank you Mitsuba-san! If it’s not there I’ll just ask the librarian. She’s a little rude though, so I wanted to avoid her..”

“Uh, yeah! I understand!”

The girl walked away towards where Mitsuba said, and Mitsuba breathed a sigh.

Tsukasa noticed the girl walking away, and turned to Mitsuba again. “Who is that??”

Mitsuba turned to him as well with a deadpan face.

“You seriously don’t remember..?”

“No.”

He facepalmed, “Tsukasa-kun, that’s Maoi, the one freshman from our gym class. ‘Mango’, remember??”

Tsukasa looked totally lost.

“No, no I don’t remember. Mango??? What?”

“God Tsukasa-kun, did you not hear me ramble about her to you last week.”

“So…. We don’t like her.. Or—“

“No we like her, at least I do! She’s kind and pretty!”

Tsukasa thought for a second before oh-ing really long and loudly.

“You like her!” Tsukasa smiled.

“Shhhhhh!!” Mitsuba shushed him, “Don’t say that out loud, what’s wrong with you! It’s just a little crush! Like a hallway one!”

“Oh, well I wish I knew about her early.”

Mitsuba looked at Tsukasa like he was a dumba**, and Tsukasa turned to his homework again. Now listening to The End by BABYMETAL and Lil Uzi Vert.

—

That wasn’t that long, but I thought that was a funny scenario.

Tsukasa’s friend group just comes up with code names for people, and he has no idea what they’re talking about.

I know the whole Aegean group wasn’t included but that’s ok.

Anyways, that’s it.

[mugi-chan]

❞Dorms playing Among Us❝

ლ  Tea Order: All the boys: The Dorms Playing Among Us! 

ლ  Warnings: None! 

ლ Shop owner notes: I’m honestly not having a good week, everything is just seeming to go wrong so to cheer myself up I watched one of my favorite twitch streamer playing among us and thought what would the dorms be like playing among us. I know there is like fanart out there of dorm heads as among us characters and that also inspired me to write this! 

Sorry for not severing up any orders yesterday, like I said things just been going downhill for me right now! 

After playing a few rounds this dorm would develop trust issues with each other 

Out of everyone Trey is best at being imposter

Everyone trusts the Vice dorm head right? 

And Trey would take that to full advantage 

Deuce is possibly the worst when it comes to being an imposter 

He would try to lie but everyone would see right through his lies 

Ace would totally point blame at a crewmate and get them voted off 

Riddle is just confused, he never played video games before and Among us is a nice simple game to play with the Dorm

At least that’s what riddle thought 

Riddle is sus of everyone

He's that guy that goes “idk man he’s kind of sus” 

Cater is someone who takes a little to long to do task but great at doing vent murders 

Almost everyone round they are yelling over each other and not a single coherent sentence 

“IT’S DIAMOND-SENPAI, IT’S DIAMOND SENPAI”

“I WAS IN REACTOR, TREY WAS BEING CAMERAMAN ANDY AND SAW ME GO TO REACTOR” 

“I got off camera’s around that time” 

“THEN WHO WAS ON CAMERAS?!” 

They are a chaotic group

after an intense game they would all laugh about it over tea.

They are mostly a very tame group when playing Among us 

Savanaclaw would be all chill but very smarty about there plays

“Hey are you the imposter?” 

“Nah” 

“Eh idk man he’s kinda sus right now” 

Leona may seem lazy but he’s really good at switching the blame to another person

Jack is probably the best at being detective 

Sometimes Jack would stalk people to make sure their doing their task and not faking it 

He can deduce who is clear and who may the be imposter

Ruggie is best in Savanaclaw at being imposter 

He’s really sneaky and really good at vent kills

It’s crazy how good Ruggie is, every time he’s imposter he wins the game 

After some rounds of Among Us there is probably a fist fight going on in Savanaclaw over the game 

“I think leona is the imposter”

“Eh? Why do you think it's me?”

“I mean you were the last one out of spawn, and the body was found in spawn”

“You do know there is a task right outside spawn right?”

There really isn’t any yelling involve unless there are some hard accusations 

Then it’s whoever is that loudest 

When they start to yell over each other most people would have to turn down their volume or take their headphones off since their ears would hurt over how loud it was. 

Most of the time if the next room is playing Among us you can definiatly hear it 

So much threatening to hurt people just so much

This dorm is crazy good at getting imposters out 

Imposters can not win a single game in this dorm

Azul just knows who it is just from the first kill 

He would talk so much that it would eventually convince everyone to vote out the imposter

Azul is also the best at being imposter, he would do the same strat he does to get out the imposter

Everyone would believe him because he’s just that good at talking his way out of sticky situations

Jade is normally on the cameras seeing if anyone would commit a murder

When someone those kill in front of cams, he would pressure the imposter to come out 

And they always confess, Jade has a threatening voice that would even make Azul confess to being an imposter

Floyd is probably the worst at playing Among Us 

He probably gets vented out first because he couldn’t defend himself 

After some rounds he may be annoyed but when he gets imposter

Oh boy it’s genocide 

If Floyd and Jade are imposter they would win 

The only duo that can make the imposter wins

Mass genocide, they would double kill everyone 

And their master plan is to kill Azul first since he’s most likely the only one who can get both of them out 

If Floyd and Azul are imposters they would be arguing and throwing each other under the bus over everything 

If Jade and Azul are imposters they would be so manipulative and change the narrative so they would be clear

This dorm would definitely learn how to be manipulative after playing Among Us

Kalim is the worst at playing Imposter, he would lie right out of his teeth and everyone can see right through it 

Kalim may be bad at being imposter but he’s really good at being crewmate 

Jamil is really good at being imposter

I mean he manipulated his whole dorm into believing that he would save his dorm 

Jamil is super good at vent kills 

He would kill and slip in right before someone walks in

Trust issues was already there at first but now trust issues are high 

Jamil wants to do genocide but Kalim and the rest are like 

“Oh yeah we’re just doing tasks that’s all” 

“So Jamils the imposter?” 

They may be bad at being imposter but their super lucky on voting out the imposters 

“Hey so Jamil is acting kind of sus right now”

“Why am I being sus?” 

“Idk man you looked like you faked a task”

Jamil was An Imposter (1 imposter remaining) 

“Nooo Jamil why would you betray me like this (´；ω；`)” -Kalim

If Jamil and Kalim are imposters, Kalim would be the nice imposters who would barely kill anyone, while Jamil is out on a killing spree

If there’s one thing Kalim is good at it’s convincing people that Jamil is good person 

And people would believe Kalim 

Because our dorm leader is so sweet and kind that he wouldn’t defend a killer right?

Well Kalim also got that little dark side in him (that one sprite if ya know what I mean)

Why would Pomefiore play such a weird game? 

Uhh apparently Epel and Rook 

Epel heard Ace and Deuce talking about it once and wanted to try it out 

He knew Vil wouldn’t allow him to play it so he asked Rook if he wanted to play with some other pomefiore students

Rook thought this would be a perfect opportunity for Epel to open up to Pomefiore

When playing the game Rook found it really interesting 

He may have slipped it up to Vil about the game 

Vil would roll his eyes because he has heard about it from the other dorm heads

Rook would invite Vil to play a round with them if he feels like it

Vil would at first say no but after watching Rook play a round of Imposter, Vil was intrigued 

This imposter role is very interesting to Vil

Once Vil does come to try out the game he is very hooked on the idea of all of this 

A chance for him to shine above everyone

If Rook and Vil area duo it’s over

Their going to win no matter what

Rook is always backing up Vil and everyone just believes him

If Epel and Rook are Duo it’s just Chaotic, Rook would just kill everyone and epel would just not know what to do

Out of the three Vil is probably the best at being imposter

Rook would never vote for Vil so everyone would pretty much just lose 

If the imposter was not Vil or Epel they would kill Rook first just so they can even the votes

As soon as the game is release, Idia was already playing it with some of his online friends 

When it started to get popular at NRC he started to get a little shy on playing the game since that means there’s a chance that he has to play a round with someone from another dorm 

Unless it’s with Octavinelle trio 

Then he’s fine with them 

When he plays a round where he is really confident he feels really bold and starts arguing with people 

Out of everyone Ortho is the best at being imposter

I mean he’s super cute

Why would he ever kill someone?

Well clearly that was a lie, he acts super innocent that in fact Idia wouldn’t even believe that Ortho was the imposter

Idia and Ortho is deadly duo 

Idia would go on a killing spree while Ortho would be distracting the rest of the crew 

If people are accusing Idia for being imposter Ortho would go full cute little brother 

That would make everyone feel guilty for ever thinking that Idia was an imposter

If people were accusing Ortho for being imposter, Idia would hard defend Ortho over everything 

Ortho really loves playing this game because that means he gets to spend time with his friend and his brother at the same time! 

Ignihyde probably has like 3 Among Us servers going on that is always so full

Ohhh boy this dorm is old but they really enjoy this game

But it is always split

Sebek being Sebek would defend Malleus up and down 

Not even Lilia can convince him that Malleus might be the imposter

“NO NO MALLEUS-SAMA WOULD NEVER”

Everyone has their volume really low because Sebek’s voice is so loud that at low volume it sounds like Sebek is arguing at a normal voice level 

Silver is probably AFK most of the round 

Lilia would always be taking his sweet time doing task

Sebek ABSOLUTELY hates the admin task (the card swiping one) he wants to get his task done so he could be by Mallues 

Malleus is just wandering around wondering how to do all the task, especially simon says 

If Sebek and Silver are a duo, they are really good imposter duo

They would vote Sebek out first since he has a loud mouth 

But since Silver is almost always AFK he can kill people that check if he’s still afk

Silver is best at playing imposter 

His afk tactic is always so smart 

Sebek is the worst at playing imposter 

All it takes is Malleus asking him if Sebek is the imposter and he would confess

Lilia and Malleus is probably the worst at playing imposter 

Since they are who knows how old, technology is really hard to control 

Especially trying to control the  WDSA keys 

Lilia would always love playing this game with everyone since he wants to know what the kids are up to these days 

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[threeletterslife]

09 | Illegirl

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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…

→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au

→ warnings: profanity, jimin being a fucking idiot, jin being scary as fuck

→ wordcount: 3.2k

You feel like you're seven again, being reprimanded by your unforgiving parents in the dreaded living room. Tension so thick, it could cut through goddamn Mt. Everest, itself. You'd be lying to yourself if you weren't scared. You're fucking terrified.

Pure trepidation haunts you, sits heavily on both shoulders, making your body go numb and thoughts freeze.

Especially when Jin's forced you and Jimin to sit on your knees on the wooden floor as he remains on the couch looking down at you. It's intimidating as fuck, and you fight off the urge to huddle against your boyfriend's protective chest.

"How long have you been doing... this?" Jin finally asks, his voice cold and serious, unlike anything you've heard before. He glares at you especially, making you flinch back.

Goosebumps dot your body as you nervously look at Jimin, who surprisingly looks calm. It was as if he got his shit together on the drive to your house. Honestly, it almost gives you comfort to see your boyfriend so collected. You figure you shouldn't be so frightened if he's not, but it's easier said than done.

"Doing... what?" Jimin replies, quirking his eyebrows.

"You know what I mean," Jin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I dunno, making out or dating? Because I can assure you, we've made out longer than we've dated." Jimin shrugs nonchalantly.

Your mouth drops open in shock. You have no idea if your boyfriend's being a goddamn idiot or if he wants to die by the hands of your cousin.

"WHAT?!" Jin roars, standing up from the couch. His aggressive movement makes you fall on your ass, scootching towards Jimin for protection. If you weren't screwed before, you were now.

"Wait! Wait! Don't listen to Jimin!" you yelp, panicked. "We've been dating for a little over three months, alright?"

"What? I thought it was four!" Jimin protests, a mischievous grin stuck on his face. It's obvious he's joking. But there's a time and place for that.

Okay, Jimin, I love you and all, but this is not the time!

"OKAY NO, JUST SHUT UP!" Jin shrieks, throwing his hands up his head. "You!" He points aggressively at Jimin, who raises his hands up in defense. "God, tell me you haven't taken her flower yet!"

"My what?" you cry, standing up. You weren't scared now, just a tad bit angry.

"What the fuck? No, Jin! She's 17!" Jimin yells, suddenly enraged as he stands up and grabs your hand. "You know I'm not that kind of person!"

Your face scrunches up as you take a step towards your cousin. "I can't believe you actually thought we had sex! I'm 17!"

"Well, it looked like it when I walked in the freaking classroom, you know that?" Jin shrieks. "What if it wasn't me? What if it was the principal, huh? Or another student? Another teacher?"

"We're sorry!" Jimin apologizes, though his voice raises. "That was just one mistake, alright? Just one, out of the hundreds of other times!"

"WHAT?!"

You place a hand on Jimin's chest, calming him down. "I think you should just uh... stop talking..."

No doubt he was making it worse.

"No, Y/N. Obviously, Jin doesn't understand how much you mean to me," Jimin announces, squeezing your intertwined hands and turning to your cousin. "Look, I've been taking great care of Y/N, okay? I've given her the love she deserves and all the right treatment, you know that? I love her, Jin, I actually do. Just... work with me here. I don't know what I'll do if you don't approve of this because I'm your best friend and she's your cousin or because I'm her goddamn teacher! I know it's against the rules, but fuck the teacher handbook! I don't even care if it's illegal..." Jimin trails off, looking at you with absolute love in his eyes. "Ever since we became friends, my days have been getting better. Ever since we became lovers, my life got brighter. You know how much of a positive effect we have on each other, Y/N."

You literally don't have words, but you try to speak, you really do. "J-Jimin..." It's all you can do at the moment. You're about to tell him you love him, that you know all of these things, that you don't care if it's illegal or not when—

"Okay, I didn't ask for a whole soliloquy but go off, I guess." Jin stifles a laugh by clearing his throat. "You guys do know I knew you liked each other before both of you found out?"

"What now?"

"Yeah," Jin chuckles. "Well, I always assumed Y/N was dating someone behind my back. I mean, it's so not Y/N to have fun and relax, you know, someone must be helping her live. I thought it was that Jungkook boy for the longest time when I realized how Jimin was becoming less of a workaholic too. I put the pieces together and realized you guys had feelings for each other."

You're more than bewildered, eyes turning wide and mouth open in shock. "C-Come again?"

"No, for real!" your cousin snorts, shaking his head in disbelief. "I really did suspect something! And though I probably didn't like it at first, I guess I kinda noticed how your relationship was helping both of you become the best version of yourselves. I totally approve of you two dating. Yet I don't approve of you making out in public."

You and Jimin stare at each other with jaws dropped, completely shocked. And there both of you had thought Jin never suspected a thing.

"But for real, you think I really didn't notice all those late-night dates? I can play dumb too, you know," Jin huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Y'all should thank me for lowkey setting you both up. I mean, if it weren't for me, both of you would've thought of each other just as a teacher or student. The horror!"

"I don't know what to say," you whisper, emotions taking the better of you. "I literally can't express how thankful I am, Jin. I really am... I don't even want to imagine what could've happened to my senior year if you didn't introduce Jimin to me, outside of school, that is. God, I would've been some friendless, antisocial robot with a side of mild depression!"

"Damn. I'm just confused," Jimin mutters, tugging you into his arms to kiss the top of your head. "Workaholic plus workaholic should equal double the work... yet somehow we learned to have some fun."

"That's what you're confused about?" you giggle, squeezing Jimin's hand. "Sometimes I question your maturity level."

"Yeah, well today, I questioned both of your intelligence levels," Jin scoffs, shaking his head. "I pretty much suspected both of you were dating for a while now -- possibly even before you were actually dating. But for real, guys? I didn't think either of you would be dense enough to make out at school!" Jin rolls his eyes. "Dense as ice, I tell ya."

You frown. "You mean dense as water."

"What?"

"Water is denser than ice," you explain slowly as if you were talking to a child.

"Okay whatever, nerd," Jin says. "The point is, I got mad because of how careless both of you were. I mean, if you want to break some rules, at least be somewhat secretive!"

"Yeah well, lesson learned. I don't want to see you mad again," you squeak, tightening your grasp on Jimin. "It was scary and I value my life."

Jimin chuckles, kissing your forehead as he hugs you from behind. "Really? I thought Jin being angry was funny."

"Oh shut up, you," Jin snorts, "before I place a strict curfew on this household."

That shuts your boyfriend right up.

"But anyways, if you wanted my blessing, I give it to you both, 3000%," Jin announces proudly. "Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got a catch. Love her to death for me, will ya?"

"Sure thing," Jimin answers, snuggling his face in your neck.

"Y/N?"

"Mhm?"

"You're gonna kill me for saying this, but it has to be announced sooner or later..." Jin starts, a mischievous smile blossoming on his face.

"What is it?" You cock your head.

"Well, I guess one could say... you're quite illegirl."

You don't know who lunged angrily at Jin first, you or Jimin.

"I dunno if that's a good idea, Jimin," you sigh, scratching the back of your head. "There are just so many more reasons why we shouldn't do this, you know?"

Your boyfriend laughs, rubbing your shoulder with a warm, comforting hand. "Stop being such a scaredy-cat, Y/N. It's just one small date at Wattbucks, what can go wrong?"

"Oh, ohhh, a lot of things," you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. "If we go there, the whole city will know we're dating in less than half an hour!"

"Noooo," Jimin argues, giving you an innocent puppy-dog look that dangerously quickens your heartbeat. "We'll be careful!"

"Yeah, that's what we said before Jin found out." You shudder at the memory, not particularly fond of that moment in your life. It was a particularly scarring scene, still haunting you in your nightmares.

"Okay, but we'll be extra careful!"

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, no, Jimin. God, I thought you were the adult here!"

Your boyfriend huffs in mock anger, "I am! I'm just... I'd rather take a risk to have a good time with you!"

"Yeah, but the risk could literally make you lose your job, and me, expelled," you point out, crossing your arms. "I dunno if you haven't noticed, but we're kinda not allowed to be dating. We really shouldn't be—"

The next thing you know, you're at Wattbucks, waiting for your drinks. Honestly, you should've known you'd give in to your incredibly stubborn er, persistent partner. Especially when he had started pouting, you knew it was game over.

You tug your baseball cap down in an attempt to hide your face (jUst iN cAsE), running over for the thousandth time in your head why you agreed to come to such a public place with your illegal boyfriend.

"We're grabbing the lattes and leaving," you mutter, "before we meet somebody we know."

"Aw, Y/N! Stop being so paranoid, we're not gonna meet anyone we know! I've done the math, it's less than a 12% chance," Jimin whines. "I literally sat down with a pen and paper and calculated!"

"Well, I've done the math too—in my head," you protest. "It's 12.7% for your information, and what about the remaining 87.3%, huh?"

Jimin sighs, shaking his head. "Relax, okay?" He reaches across the table, placing a warm hand over yours to comfort you. His charming, toffee eyes peer into yours, soothing your jumpy nerves. And when he smiles at you, eyes scrunching up and plump lips pulling apart (a genuine smile), you can't help but forget you're in public.

"OH MY GOD HOW ADORABLE!"

You and Jimin both jerk your heads towards the inhumanly high-pitched shrieker, only to find that annoying waitress that had served you months back. You'll never be able to forget her shrill voice and her favorite word: adorable.

"Here are your drinks!" the loud waitress exclaims, setting down your matching heart-design lattes. "How's my favorite couple? Would you like a free couple's mini cake?"

"Um, it's f—"

"Yes, please," Jimin answers before you do, hooking his arm around your shoulder. "We'd also love another photo!"

You shoot him an unappreciative glare that says 'you're not helping us stay lowkey,' but Jimin shrugs it off, grinning at you.

"I'll be right back with the cake~" the waitress sings, starting to leave. She calls behind her shoulder: "I'll ask my brother to take the photo. That rascal really thinks he can get away making 10 bucks an hour doing nothing. Taehyung!!!"

You gasp, so shocked that you almost fall off your seat if Jimin hadn't caught your arm. "N-No..." you breathe. "She said Taehyung, right? My ears aren't deceiving me?"

"Fuck, do you know him?" Jimin asks, tightening his grip on your arm as if you would sink to the floor without his support.

"Jesus, he's literally in my friend group!" you exclaim, standing up as Jimin's hand falls from your arm. "Forget the drinks, we've got to yeet—"

"Y/N???!" a familiar, surprised voice hollers. "Mr. Park??!"

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath before turning around to see Kim Taehyung, alright. "H-Hey, Tae!"

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asks, cocking his brow. "And with Mr. Park?"

You and Jimin immediately scoot away from each other, making the distance between the two of you reasonably innocent.

"Oh, just discussing, um, math club details," you quickly fib, despite the fact that with the school year approaching its end, clubs weren't meeting anymore. You grit your teeth, praying that Taehyung wouldn't call you out for your immature lie. "Right, Jimin?"

Your boyfriend sighs. "Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you? It's Mr. Park."

Fuck. Bad habits. He just saved your ass.

"Anyways, hello, Taehyung," Jimin sleekly says, smiling at his student. His professional demeanor is back, amazingly so. Talk about a smooth transition. "You're working here, I see?"

"Uh... yeah," your friend says, staring quite suspiciously at the two of you. "Nice lattes."

Shit. The heart-shaped lattes had once seemed so cute, but now they were going to be the end of you both.

"Well, Jungkook's coming too," you blurt out before thinking it over. "J-Just wanted to um... surprise him..."

You thought the stuttering would make the lie less believable, but it seemed as if it made it more valid.

"O. M. G. You two are a thing? Oh, I fucking knew it!" Taehyung shouts, pumping his fist in excitement before realizing his teacher had been witnessing. "Uh, I mean, I freaking knew it... Sorry, Mr. Park."

"No! No, we're not a thing... uh, yet," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. But what can you say? You're literally the worst liar ever. Hopefully, Taehyung's incredibly gullible.

"That damn kid," Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head. "He's too much of a goddamn pussy to ask you out." One disapproving look from Jimin makes your friend flush, looking down at his feet. "Er, yeah... I'll be leaving now! Bye, Y/N, bye, Mr. Park!"

"Wait a minute, not so fast, you rascal!" The waitress flies back, an adorable mini cake in her hands, which she quickly sets down on the table. But she's too late; her brother had already fled the scene. "Damn him," she huffs, placing a sassy hand on her hip. "Would you still like a photo?"

"Uhh, no we're fine," you quickly answer, "but it'd be amazing if we could get the cake to-go."

"Yes, we completely forgot we made reservations for lunch," Jimin pipes up, smiling coyly at the waitress to convince her further. "May we get the lattes to-go as well?"

"Sure, no problem!" the waitress chuckles, shaking her head as she balances the lattes and cake on her tray. "Taehyung'll bring these out in a moment!"

As soon as she leaves, Jimin stands up, grabbing his jacket. "God, if Taehyung's coming, I better leave. Make up some fib about Jungkook and meet me in the parking lot!" He gives you a fleeting kiss on the cheek and rushes out of the quiet cafe before you can say another word.

You roll your eyes, an 'I told you so' threatening to bubble out of your throat. But still, the warmth of his lips, when they had pressed on your cheek, leaves you yearning for more.

"Fuck, did that idiot stand you up?" Taehyung asks, slightly out of breath as he hands you a to-go bag. "Damn, he fucked up."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Kook wouldn't do that to me! We're just meeting somewhere closer to his house 'cause his car broke down."

Taehyung scoffs. "You guys are taking it so slowly, god, I'll get married by the time you two start dating!" he whines. "Didn't he already confess?"

You frown, shifting the bag from one hand to the other. "What do you mean?"

"What the fuck, he told me he confessed!" your friend sighs, rubbing his forehead stressfully. "That goddamn liar."

"I'm pretty he said that to get you and Yoongi's asses off of him," you chuckle. "Last time I checked, there were no confessions!"

"What?? That little bastard! He told me you confessed your unrequited love first, and then he confirmed his feelings for you!" Taehyung huffs, genuinely looking angry. "This whole time I thought you were secretly dating!"

Your eyebrows furrow, lips pulling down into a serious frown. What??? You'd never confessed anything, at least, in your memories. But that's when it hits you.

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't... I'm so sorry."

"Unrequited love?"

"I guess you could say that..."

"Thought so. But he loves you back."

It hits you like a goddamn freight train. This whole time Jungkook had thought you had been talking about him. Fuck. This whole time Jungkook had thought you liked him back. Fuck. All those little touches here and there, the arm linking, the side hugs—the gestures that you thought were completely innocent and friendly had meant something else for him.

But you really weren't looking for drama now. Besides, Jimin was waiting for you in the parking lot. You need to make this quick.

"O-Oh," you stutter stupidly before clearing your throat. "No, yeah, he did confess, but we just agreed to take it slow." Somehow the lie flies off your lips too easily as if your guilty conscience had disintegrated.

"Well, don't take it too slow!" Taehyung winks at you teasingly. "I want to be alive by the time you two finally date!" All you can do is nod, gripping the to-go bag tightly. Taehyung notices the gesture, realizing that you kinda wanted to leave. "Then I guess have a nice time with Kook, Y/N. Bye!"

"Thanks! Bye, Tae!"

You don't turn around once, making a beeline for the door and rushing out to the parking lot. Jimin's leaning against his car, looking off cynically to the distance. When he catches sight of you out of his peripheral vision, he perks up, a smile blossoming on his lips.

"Taehyung give you a hard time?" he asks, taking the to-go bag from you and opening the shotgun seat for you to get in.

You smile at him gratefully, sliding into the seat. "Yeah, kinda..."

"What'd he say?"

"Eh, nothing really important," you say quickly, hoping your boyfriend wouldn't want to mull over such a small deal. You don't know if he's the type to get jealous, but you don't want to find out.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn't ask any more questions. "Sooo, wanna go home?"

"Yours or mine?"

"Mine, of course," Jimin chuckles, smirking. "We don't want Jin walking in on us again."

Your face flushes at the memory, and you slap your boyfriend's shoulder for bringing it up. "Yeah, definitely." Sighing, you tug your cap down again, slouching in the seat. "This is why we should always have our dates at home."

Jimin grins. "I don't object—not when I have so many amazing activities planned."

—previous | next

—masterlist

[adotblog]

We Are Not Stoppin’

Pairing: LMM x Reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol.

Notes: I decided I wanted to write about Lin in PR for 200 Cartas...then I trapped him in a hotel room so you never see PR-oops. Mainly fluff, a teeny bit frisky.

Words: 2258

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“That’s it! You got it, every line.”, you say, closing the script and tossing it on the bed. “Yes!”, Lin yells and does a little victory dance. He runs over to you and grabs your hand to spin you into a haphazard, kinda-salsa dance across the hotel room. When he spins you to a stop, he takes an extravagant bow in front of an imaginary audience. You laugh and fan yourself “Turn up the AC, will ya?”, you call over your shoulder as you go to use the bathroom.

When you come back, Lin is starfished on the bed. “Do you want the bad news or the really bad news?”, he asks, staring at the ceiling. “Oh god what?”, you say as you sink into a chair. Jesus it’s hot. “There’s been a power cut-therefore no AC.” he says, sitting up. “Oh god. Wait, what’s the really bad news?” you ask.

Lin grimaces. “Power’s out everywhere. This is as cool as it’s gonna get. And there’s no rain forecast until tomorrow.”. “WHAT?! Oh my god.”, you slump in your chair. You check your watch. “It’s not even the hottest part of the day yet”, you whine.

“I know. It’s worse outside or I’d be on the balcony right now.” he replies. “I’m gonna text the producers, see if the other hotels are affected.” He fires off a text and some tweets to see what he can find out. “Is there an ice machine on this corridor?”, you ask. Lin shrugs as he scrolls through Twitter replies.

You get up and put the latch on the room door “If I’m not back in ten, I’ve melted”, you joke. You walk the length of the corridor and find nothing. You consider checking other floors but stairs in this heat...nope. You bump into another guest who is holding a battery-operated mini fan. You briefly consider mugging them but instead exchange complaints about the heat.

When you get back to the room, Lin hasn’t moved. “No ice. Is there a fan in the closet?”, you ask. Lin looks at you with one eyebrow raised. “Right. No power.”. “The nearest place with power is Mayagüez”, Lin says. You hate when he speaks even the tiniest bit of Spanish, it’s distractingly sexy.

These last two weeks working together have involved a lot of trying to ignore the many things he does that you find sexy. He could at least have the good grace to be stupid or mean or something but nope-he’s charming, friendly, incredibly smart. There was no way you weren’t going to have an instant crush on him.

“It’s too far to go and get back for filming tomorrow anyway...so we’re stuck”, Lin says, tossing his phone on the bedside table. “You wanna play charades?”, he jokes. “Ugh I’m too sober for this shit”, you say as you flop onto the bed next to him. Lin gives a short laugh, then after a beat gasps and bounces to his feet. “You genius, Y/N!”, he cries. “The mini bar-it’s like the only cold thing in this place-the beer is ICE COLD”, he says excitedly as he opens the door under the desk.

When he hands you the cold bottle you immediately press it to your forehead and moan with pleasure. “That is heaven”, you exclaim. Lin clambers back onto the bed beside you and holds up his beer in a toast “To mini bars!!”, he says as you clink bottles. “The fridge won’t be cold for much longer now that the power is out, so drink quickly”, he jokes.

The icy liquid cools your throat and you swear the temperature in the room drops by a degree as you drink. “Alright, no tv, gotta save phone battery-what are we gonna do to amuse ourselves?”, Lin asks. You can think of a few things but none are suggestions you can say out loud to him. “Top 5s?”, you suggest-it’s a game you’ve played on location while the crew have been camera blocking and you’ve been standing in for Dayanara. Lin’s encyclopaedic knowledge means he’s infinitely more decisive than you but you love listening to him enthuse about stuff.

“Alright, Top 5...movies where the main character dies”, Lin begins. “Cheery.”, you joke.

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The 3rd beer really interferes with your “Name that tune” capabilities as you keep collapsing into giggles mid-hum and Lin can’t keep track of what’s going on. “Just whistle it!”, he keeps insisting. “I can’t whistle!”, you tell him for the third time. “Everyone can whistle.”, he insists for the third time. “Uhoh.”. “What’s up?” you ask from your prone position on the floor. “No more beers. It’s on to the hard stuff. Or tap water”, he says. “Can you even drink the tap water here?”, you ask as you come to check out the fridge.

“That’s it!!”, Lin says, grabbing you by the shoulders. “We won’t drink it! We’ll sit in it!”, he says excitedly. “What are you talking about? How many beers have you had?”, you tease. He’s already headed for the bathroom and shouts over his shoulder “Cold bath-like the opposite of a hot tub”.

“Yeah that’s not a thing, Lin-but you do you”, you reply. You start to clear up the beer bottles and laugh as you hear the water start to run. There’s a knock at the door and you shout to Lin that you’ll answer it.

You’re greeted by a member of the hotel staff. “Hello Ma’am, I must apologise about the power-totally out of our control but we’ll try to make you as comfortable as possible.”. She hands you a case of bottled water and advises you that there’ll be no charge for anything from the mini bar.

As you close the door you yell “Lin! Guess what?!”. And that’s when he appears in the doorway wearing just a towel. Damn. You’ve seen him this way before of course, it’s been warm while filming and most of the male cast and crew have wandered round in just shorts during downtime. But still... damn.

“Y/N? What’s up?”, he asks. You give yourself a little shake and tell him about the free mini bar. “Nice!”, he says as he takes a bottle of water from you. “Come on-bathtime!”, he jokes. “Lin, don’t be ridiculous.”, you laugh. “Suit yourself, I’m goin’ in!”, he says. “What? I’ve got my shorts on, it’s not that weird”, he shrugs. “It’s weird.”, you answer as you follow him to the bathroom.

The tub is giant, so it still hasn’t finished filling, but Lin gets in anyway. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh god that’s so much better”, he sighs. You roll up your jeans and perch on the side of the bath, dangling your legs in the water as Lin turns off the tap. “Ohhh that’s good.”, you say. Lin grins at you before challenging you to a round of 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon.

An hour later and having given up on poor Kevin, the conversation has moved on to home. Lin’s been recounting some of his experiences in getting his play showcased at college. “And look at you now, maestro-Tony winner, movie star”, you tease. “Y/N, come on”, he says, a little embarrassed. “None of that stuff really matters...”, he says. “Bet it gets you a lot of dates though”, you joke as you sip another bottle of water.

Lin just gives you a withering look. “What no stories about romantic trysts with your leading ladies?”, you continue to tease. He shakes his head. “Lin, you’re literally acting opposite Miss Universe -you’re not interested?!”, you say. “Firstly”, he says as he deliberately splashes you with cold water. “She’s married”. He scoots over to your side of the bath as his splash assault intensifies and you squeal in protest, covering your face. “Secondly, my interests lie elsewhere”. “Argh! Stop! I’ll stop bugging you I swear! Truce! Truce!”, you laugh.

Suddenly he’s not splashing you any more and you uncover your face to see him climbing out of the bath and grabbing a towel. “Hey”, you say more softly as you swing your legs to the floor and pat your feet down with a towel. “I was just kidding around.”.

“I know.”, he says quietly, still facing away from you. “No, hey, it’s none of my business where your ‘interests lie’”, you say regretfully. He turns to face you, smiling. “It is actually.”, he says a little more brightly. “It’s very much your business...my interests lie in you”, he admits.

You don’t say a word, struck dumb. Simultaneously wondering if you misheard him or if it’s the beer talking. “Me?”, you manage to ask. Lin stands a little straighter. “Yeah. I was thinking of asking you out.”, he says a little more boldly. You can’t keep from grinning like a fool. He grins back and you both just stare at each other-neither one quite knowing what to do.

“I’m acutely aware that I’m soaking wet and wearing a towel right now”, Lin jokes uneasily. “I don’t want to be creepy bathroom dude who tries to kiss you”, he says and bites his lip. In a split second you reply “Then I’d better be the one to kiss you.”, and you close the distance between you. He smiles in relief and takes your hand. You give it a squeeze and then guide it to your hip. You link your arms behind his neck as you brush your lips against his.

As he kisses you back-soft, unassuming-his grip on your hips tightens, causing you to sigh and press your tongue against his lips, begging entrance to his mouth. He obliges immediately and your tongue strokes against his.

Your belly leaps at the intimate contact and you wonder if it’s possible that he felt those butterflies as he grunts and takes full control of the kiss. His hand goes to your face, tilting your head to the other side. Then he slowly decreases the intensity and pace, switching to brushing your lips tenderly, over and over. When he stops, it’s to break into a smile, lips still against yours. With a final peck, he pulls back to be able to look at you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a week.”, he says. “Why didn’t you?”, you tease. “Why didn’t you?!”, he jokes back. “Because, I...wait, can we like, leave the bathroom? I feel weird being in the bathroom.”, you say. Lin rolls his eyes and tugs your hand as he leads you back to the bedroom. You sit on the bed as he checks the door is locked.

“I didn’t come on to you because, as we previously covered, you’re a movie star. And I’m not.”, you say matter-of-factedly. Lin screws up his face and asks “So?”. He’s fiddling with his towel and glancing around the room. You point to where his jeans are. “Thanks...”, he says, “Now, avert your eyes, young lady”. “What?” “I’m changing, avert your eyes!”.

You clap a hand over your eyes and hear him wrestle with his wet shorts. “You’re a movie star and generally speaking, movie stars aren’t interested in me”, you say. “Only because they haven’t met you”, Lin counters. You feel the bed sink a little and realise Lin has come to sit in front of you. You uncover your eyes and he’s mirroring your position-legs crossed, facing one another. “Why didn’t you come on to me?”, you ask. “I did...eventually.”, he grins. “Hurrah for broken air con and those three beers!”, you joke.

“Hey.”, Lin chides. “Nothing to do with the beers, I just saw my opportunity. I was gonna wait til we were back in New York in case you felt weird-us working together, y’know.”. You nod. “Maybe we should wait til we get back?”, you wonder out loud. Lin looks at you with those soulful brown eyes and asks “Do you want to?”. You shake your head no, a shy, uncertain smile on your lips. Lin lets out a breath “Phew, cos I don’t know if I could keep my hands off you for another week!”, he says and immediately leans forward for another kiss.

You lean back, uncrossing your legs and pulling at Lin’s shoulders to bring him with you as you lie back. He makes a surprised noise but it’s swallowed by your kiss as he settles beside you, one leg over yours and his hand laid across the round of your stomach. You half-turn towards him, demanding more from the kiss.

And you get more. His tongue fights yours for dominance, your mouths clumsy from need. Lin’s hand slips under your shirt, he’s running his thumb over your skin and skimming your ribcage. As his fingers skirt the edge of your bra

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIP BRIIIIIP

Lin’s phone rings on the bedside table, rudely halting your impromptu make-out session. You both groan as you pull apart. He leans over you to retrieve the phone, flopping back on the bed as he answers. “Ok...yeah. Ok...great. Yep. See you in a bit”, he says. He sits up and you follow. “Producers want me downstairs to talk scheduling”, he says. “Ok”, you say, straightening your shirt and hopping off the bed.

“Lin? They want you now?”, you clarify, since he hasn’t moved. “Uhhh, it’s gonna be a minute.”, he cringes and looks down to his lap. You follow his gaze and see the problem. There’s a bulge in his jeans that’s not suitable for public viewing. You laugh and clamp your hand over your mouth.

“Shut up, this is all your fault”, he grumbles.

[tamaharu]

💬💬💬 ... does it count for several quotes if i send one ask with three? Hmm... do three or one, your choice.

ohhh im always down for that hastag self spon

first one is a bmc story thats more or less discontinued but idk quite yet

second one is my sarah/katherine fic. context for why i like that section is because it was originally way worse but with perseverance i made it flow a lot better

last one is bc 1. i actually wrote all that section after my carpool so cruely abandoned me on a day i didnt have rehersal while i was walking home 2. it was my first piece for the fanbase and i think i actually did it justice for once! my first pieces are usually really really bad

Ever since he was a young kid, barely in preschool, Jeremy refused to sleep unless he had bed sheets covering everything below his mouth. He was afraid of the dark, and of clowns in the dark. (Reading It by Stephen King made him cry and fear and he wishes the two boyfriends in the story had both made it out alive)

After he and Michael became friends, he expressed this fear to the other boy, and Michael would just nod seriously, say “I’m here for you, Rosana!” and cuddle up to him under the sheets at sleepovers, because that’s what best friends did when they were young.

Jeremy stopped letting Michael cuddle with him as much once he hit puberty, but sometimes it was allowed if Jeremy was particularly frightened. All the frightening things he read (Boys and girls being snatched out of their homes and off their streets to never be seen again and death and death and death of others like him like girls who liked girls and girls who weren’t sure they were actually girls) and heard (Mom and Dad fighting fighting fighting about so much, too much, but quickly forgotten and breaking glass of wine bottles and conflicting shouts on how to fix him) caught up to him at night, when it was dark and he didn’t know what could happen. He let Michael cuddle those nights.

The only times he didn’t sleep without blankets in a certain way was the bad days.Jeremy never self-harmed in the traditional sense of cutting your skin open, he couldn’t handle pain well enough, but the night before the date that he had set to come out to his parents; the first four days after his mom leaving; so many nights after the Squip, way too many nights; and the night after Michael’s death and before his planting, he slept without bed sheets.

He was cold. Cold, so cold it hurt, for one aspect. Secondly, sleeping without sheets with a morbid fear of everything hurting you when sheet-bare, well, Jeremy was basically saying he didn’t care what happened to him, even if it was terrible, even if it was death. He couldn’t care less anymore. That was… Bad.

-

“Jack Kelly!” Katherine yelled at him, the people parting for her. “Get down this instance, holy shit!”“He won’t listen to me or Davey,” Crutchie complained from the right of her.“He’s insufferable,” she replied, voicing what they both thought. Crutchie said nothing, but she took that as an agreement.

“Hiii Ace!” Jack called from the fence. “How’s ya! Haven’t seen you’s all- haven’t seen you all night! All night, Kathy!”“Why haven’t you guys just forcibly pulled him down yet?” She asked, in lieu of an answer to Jack’s drunken badgering. There was a moment of silence before Katherine turned to look at David, who was looking like he thought he was the stupidest thing since Jack Kelly. She just sighed, marched forwards, grabbed his pant leg, and tugged him off. He groaned slightly, but a couple of people rushed to help him up.

She led him back into the condo and to the bathroom, where he promptly went and threw up in the toilet. The stairs were right next to it, so Katherine took a minute to herself to check them out again. Just like she suspected: empty. Jack Kelly had totally.. Cock-blocked? Clam-jammed? Dental dammed? There was a cliterference (haha)? Whatever. Katherine had felt the romantic and sexual tension between her and Sarah, and the whole fake-dating and him trying to climb a fence thing totally ruined it. Stupid Jack Kelly.

Once she heard the hurling putter to a stop for longer than two minutes, she pulled herself back into the room with him. He looked up at her, almost pathetically, and she understood it perfectly. Katherine helped him back to his feet, let him say goodbye to his friends, and left the party after forcing a water into him. They could eat later.

She felt like she had sobered up in the time between the staircase, and felt coherent enough to drive. Just in case, she went slow. The drive home was quiet, except for Jack’s groaning, and it was nice. It was definitely the type of end she expected from the party. At least now she and Jack could fake their break-up a few weeks later, and move on with their lives.

A ding from her phone at the red light compelled her to check it. It was an Instagram notification, saying that one Sarah Jacobs followed her. Katherine couldn’t help but smile.

-

“Cosmo Brown!”A high, clear voice rang out across the set, causing the man in question to look up from his work. The studio, Monumental Pictures, had been filming for Fool for Love for the past several days, and Mr. Brown (who resented being called that) had been holed up in his apartment or whatever studio room had a piano and wasn’t being filmed on for a little less than that. Kathy Seldman, a close friend of Cosmo’s and main actor for Fools had been hunting him down for the better part of thirty minutes.

Cosmo, head of the music department at Monumental, had been working on a few background scores that would play during the film’s “straight” sections and had been almost impossible to pin down. Between the changing of room for a particular instrument, frequent pacing for brainstorming, and him sneaking off from the studio for a change of scenery, anyone desperate for him would be run ragged.

Kathy Seldman had barged into the set after some directional advice from some young man who seemed to be attempting to become a new ‘Don Lockwood’, even if the true Don was impossible to recreate in every way. She had a good-natured smile on her face, though her body language looked to be read as cross. Actors.

She walked her way over to where Cosmo sat at his piano, a pile of handwritten sheet music sitting on it. His mouth was a straight line, but his eyes twinkled happily and his eyebrow was raised at her.

“Cos, where’ve you been? Me and Don haven’t seen you for days! Not seeing you at studio, sure, we’ve all been busy, but you haven’t been over in a bit. Have you been staying here, or with a friend?”“Now, that’s all wet! The floors are cold as all can be, Kath, with not even a female impersonator to keep me warm. Not to mention, you know full well I have no friends besides you and Mister Lockwood,” he teased. “I’m almost insulted. But I’ve been at my apartment and staying up late into the night to work on this monster of a song for that serious moment.”

Kathy tilted her head at him as gears clicked away in her head. Finally, she leaned over and placed her arms on the piano, sagging against it. “You have your own place? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention it.”Cosmo’s expression became a mixture of confused, exasperated, and an unidentifiable sour emotion. That might’ve been the wrong thing to say.

[dealersofatlanta]

Part 1: Chapter 1

Year: May 10th 2006

 (So everything happens fast because each chapter is leading up to present day) The story starts with Omari, Ace and Jade, they are not the only main characters throughout the story I will introduce the rest in total it should be 6 POVS this was really hard to write cause I have so many 1st chapter drafts. Idk if I wanted to do a book about the past or both)

  Omari: age 21

“(Georgia), We on the grind in (Georgia), All the time it isn’t nothing on my mind but (Georgia) We ain’t playing with ya (Georgia)” Georgia by Ludacris played in my car as we rode through the west side. It was just me, my mama, and my brother. My daddy died when I was 7, my mom was still pregnant with my brother Ace. We live in the worst projects on our side of town Wood Ridge. Niggas always get killed and robbed over here. I pulled up at the Citgo, my brother Ace hopped out. “Yo wassup O” A nigga I knew named Shy. “Wazzam Shy” I said dapping him up. “You still looking for work?” He asked. I nodded. “Something like that, what’s up?” I asked. He pointed over to a man in a Hummer H2, with the windows down. Money in The Bank” By Lil Scrappy in his car. “Yo I heard about him, niggas scared of him” I said to him. He waved me over to follow him to the car. “What’s up D, this is O. He looking for a job” He told him. The light skin dude with tats on his neck looked over at me. He looked me over one good time before turning down his music. “You need money huh?” He asked. I looked around my surroundings. “Yeah, uh we bout to get evicted and shit, and My mama struggling right now” I told him. He nodded. “You got a phone?” He asked. I nodded pulling out my Nokia. He slid up my screen to get to the key pad. He then passed me my phone back. “Holla at me around 6pm and Ima make something shake for you” He told me before rolling up his window. I looked at the phone. I see the name Demetri in my phone. I was walking back to my car when I see Ace sitting on the hood of my car talking to some bitch. “Yeah, you fine as hell shawty, let you up sometime” He said. She blushed. “Aight, Ima give you my number but if you going to call, call at 9 pm that’s when my minutes is free” She said. He nodded and let her put her number in his Metro Phone. I slapped the back of his head. “Nigga get the fuck in my car and stop fucking with these hoes” I told him laughing at how mad he got. Ace had a bad temper. Mama say he get it from Our father. We pulled up and the apartments. Bitches was already fighting outside in the parking lot. “Beat her ass Kita” Her friend yelled. Ace squinted his eyes and his eyes got big, he hopped out the car and ran over to the girls fighting. It was his friend Jade. “Aye nah yall chill” He said pushing the girls off. He grabbed Jade. “Nah uh Ace that bitch deserve to get her ass beat for fucking my nigga” She yelled. Jade spit blood on her air forces. “Bitch I told you your man and I aint fuck, he tried to get in my pants and I said no” She stressed. I shook my head and walked into the house. My mama Traci was on the couch watching Maury. I kissed her on the cheek. “Hey mama” I said to her. She nodded. “Where’s Ace?” She asked. “He outside with Jade” I told her. She sucked her teeth in. “Her auntie been running her mouth about that girl, saying she be fucking the whole apartments” My mama told me. “Anyways, I got a job. I mean I think I got one” I told her. She smiled and looked over at me. “That’s good baby, what is it?” She asked. I shrugged. “I got to call and see” I said. She nodded. Ace busted in the house with Jade. “Aye, boy what is wrong with you coming in here like that!” Mama yelled. He grabbed Jade hand and brought her into the bathroom. My mama shook her head. I stood by the bathroom door. Ace was cleaning off Jade. She had blood coming out her nose and a cut near her eye brow, and her eye was swollen. “You need to learn how to fight and stop letting these hoes jump on you shawty, better start clocking them hoes with a motherfucking bottle or something” I told Jade. “I told her to start carrying a knife, so she can gut them hoes” Ace said. I shook my head. Nigga was ruthless for no reason. I walked into my room and went to my stereo. I went through my CD’s I burned. I put the cd in the player and pressed play. “Créme de la créme homie, Top Shelf ya know. I like my beat down low down low down low down low, I like my top led back led back led back” T.I - “Top Back” blasted through my speakers. I grabbed my car magazine, took a pen and begin circling the cars I planned on getting when I get some big money. My Nokia started ringing. I looked at my caller id, it was my little shawty Jalissa. “What up Girl?” I asked. I heard her giggle on the phone. “O, you busy later?” She asked. I sat up on my bed. “Nah, why what’s up you trying to kick it?” I asked. She hesitated. “Something like that, T.I movie ATL just came out and I want to know if you trying to see it with me, maybe at Starlight on Moreland it starts at 10:15pm?” She asked. I smiled, I knew what she was getting at. “Sure, Ima pull up around 9, maybe we can get some snacks and some shit” I told her. I could hear her smile through the phone. “Aight bet” I looked at the time. It was 5:57. I started dialing Demetri’s number. “Yo who is this?” He answered. “This O from the gas station, I asked you about a job” I said. “Aight Ima call you back”. He hung up. I then got a call from another phone number. “Hello?” I asked. “What’s up O, rule # 1 the feds always watching so never call me about business or call anyone on your actual phone, Ima give you a phone when I see you, meet me tomorrow @ 12pm Ima send you my address” He said then hung up.

 Ace: age 15

 “Why you let the hoes talk shit about you?” I asked her. She was sitting at my desk at my computer. She was adding music to her Myspace. “They say

He do a little this

He do a little that

He always in trouble (and I heard)

He ain’t nothin’ but a pimp

He’s done a lot of chicks

He’s always in the club (and they say)”

“So, what?” by Field Mob played from her page. She shrugged. “Nobody going to believe me anyways”. I looked over at her. “So, you don’t be fucking these niggas?” I asked. She turned and looked at me. “No, why would you even ask me that, them bitches be lying. Niggas always trying to get in my pants. Even grown ass men” She said looking at me like she regretted what she said. “Forget I said that” She said. “Why do you even care?”. I shrugged. “I mean, I don’t if you did but like you kind like my little sister so I want to know”. I said. She rolled her eyes. “Sister?” She asked. I nodded. “Yeah like I got to protect you, and shit” I said. She sucked her teeth in. “I don’t need your protection Ace, I can protect myself” She said. She got up and put on her shoes. “Well you the one always knocking on my window at damn random times of the night needing a place to sleep, like you ain’t got your own” I said to her. She pushed me out the way. I balled my fist up. I had a bad temper, and she knew it but when it came to her, I never showed her that side. “What you going to hit me?” She said she was holding back watery eyes. “Go ahead, I’m used to it” She said. I looked at her wondering who was hitting on her. Was she talking about fighting? “Thanks for having me over Ms. Traci” I heard her say before the door shut to the front door. I debated on going after her, but I didn’t. I looked through my contacts. I remember the girl from at the gas station. “Hey baby girl what’s up?” I asked. “Who is this?” She asked. “You forgot about me that fast baby, its Ace” I said. I heard her smile. “Ohhh yeah, Ace. You want to kick it right now? My mama ain’t home” She said. I got up slowly. “Oh, for real?” I asked. “Yeah, Ima send you my address. I live at the apartments right across from the gas station” She said. “Okay Ima slide through” I hung up the phone. “Hey mama I’ll be back Ima go to my friend Raheem house” I told her. She nodded. I went outside and started walking to the gas station it wasn’t too far from my house like a 30min walk. “Ace where you headed?” My homie Calvin said pulling up beside me. “To this bitch house” I told him. He nodded. “Get in folk, I take you” He said. I nodded. I looked at his outfit he had on all purple. “Where you headed looking like a got damn grape Fanta?” I asked. He laughed. “Man, this my colors” he said. “What you down or something?” I asked. He nodded “Yeah I’m down with Westside 5” He told me. I nodded. “Oh, for real, uh congrats I guess” I said laughing. He laughed. “Man, you goofy as fuck, but fuck with us though we always need new people” He told pulling into the apartments. I dapped him up as he stopped. “Thanks, Patna” He nodded. I walked up to shawty complex. Before I could even knock, she opened the door. She had nothing but a T-shirt on. “Took you long enough nigga” She said grabbing my shirt.

 I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt. “So, my mama going to be gone, around this time every Friday” She said. I smiled and nodded. “What school you go to I ain’t never seen you around” I said. She smiled. “I go to Jefferson Highschool, what about you?” She asked. I started laughing. “How old you is?” I asked. She was putting on her bra. “17, how old are you?” She asked. I smiled big as fuck. “I’m 15” I told her. She shook her head. “Boy you look 18, dang you must be in what 8th grade?” She asked. I nodded. “Yeahh you can be my cuddy buddy, you ain’t old enough to be my man” She said. I sucked my teeth in. “I aint gon hold you I just wanted to fuck, but Ima fuck with you” I grabbed my phone and dipped. It was about 8:12 when I checked my phone. Shit I got to walk by the crackheads and the dope boys just to get home. “Aye yo little nigga you down?” Some nigga asked me as I walked by. “Down for what?” I asked. “I seen you riding with Cal, he one of us” They said. I noticed they had on purple. “Man, I ain’t trying to bang” I told them. “You see all the nice shit we got man we can get you some money for real nigga” I noticed the cars they were next to and shit. I nodded. “Okay what I got to do?” I asked. “This”. Next thing I know these niggas start beating my ass.

 Jade: age 14

 I was sitting on the stairway near our apartment writing music in my journal like I normally did listening to Ashanti and Lloyd “Southside” on my CD Player. “Jade get yo dumb ass in here” My aunt Felicia said. I sighed and walked inside. I closed the door and went into my room. “It’s almost the end of the school year. You got what 2 weeks left before summer vacation. It’s about time you get a damn job and start paying rent around here, you got to earn your keep. Ain’t bout to live up in here rent free” She said in the door way. I scoffed at her. “I’m 14, I can’t legally get a job until I’m 16 that’s not fair” I stressed. She put her finger in my face. “I started working for my foster mother at age 12, she used to sell me for $50, and I would get 10%. So, if I can do it so can you, and what the fuck happened to yo got damn face” She said. I looked at her. “I got into a fight with this girl” She shook her head. “What you do now fuck her man, you just like your mama” She said. I sighed. “No and Why didn’t you just let foster care take me!” I yelled. She grabbed my arm. “I did you a favor, Me and your mama bounced from foster care to foster care. She begged me to never let them take you, so I took you in after her stupid crack head ass ran off. That’s least I could do for her after she fucked my man and had you” She said. I started tearing up, I tried to snatch my arm away from her. She pushed me on to the bed. “Like I said you have 2 weeks or Ima let your ass go” She said. She slammed my door. I hated my life; my life didn’t used to be like this. I had two parents a mother and a father. My dad used to be there all the time and then one day he just wasn’t. My mama couldn’t take the pain of him leaving so she got hooked on drugs when I was 5. She been clean off and on when my dad was around but when he left it got worse. My aunt to eventually take me in before foster care put me in the system because My mama had left me in the house one day when her and her boyfriend James was cooking crack on the stove. My house caught on fire while I was sleep. I ain’t seen my mama since that day. I decided to write in my journal again, that was my haven, writing and listening to music. “My Life” By Mary J. Blige played on my stereo as I cried. My Aunt Felicia busted into my room. “Get yo ass up and come eat and stop blasting music in my house” She said. I wiped my tears and went to go sit down at the table. It was Kraft mac n cheese and hot dogs cut up in it. My Aunts boyfriend Rodney sat down with two bags of McDonalds and they started eating. My aunt either cooked me this or beanie weenies, Ramon noodles with hot dogs or sometimes just some bread and butter. I kept my head down while I ate my food. “Jade clean this shit up while I’m gone. I want all that food gone by the time I get home or Ima beat your ass” She said. I nodded. She went over to Rodney, practically sucking his face off before she left. He got up and locked the door. He pulled out an apple pie out his bag. “Got you something sweet, sweetness” He told me. He slid it to me. Rodney was always nice to me but I knew something about him wasn’t right. “Thanks” I said. He sat in the chair next to me. “You know you are very pretty” He told me. I nodded. I got up quickly, as he grabbed my arm back over to him. “I ain’t going to hurt you”. He said. “Sit on my lap” He said. “No!” I yelled as he tried to get me to sit on his lap. I got my arm lose and ran to my room. I closed my door and locked it. I grabbed some clothes put it in my school bag and slid my window open. Rodney burst into my room. I quickly jumped onto the ac unit under my window. I ran to the other side of the complex, I seen Niggas was playing dice in the stair way as I walked to Ace complex. “What’s good lil mama you tryna sell some ass?” I heard. I shook my head. I got to Ace building and walked to the side of it. I tapped on his window. I ain’t see no movement. I tapped again. “So, you back?” I heard a voice behind me. It was Ace. It was dark, so I couldn’t see his face very good. He came over to his window and did something to it and it slid open and climbed inside slowly. He was wincing like he was in pain. I followed him soon after. “If I ain’t home and you need a place to lay your head just lift up the screen and slide. O taught me that trick” He turned on his light and I see his face. He eye was swollen, and his lip was bug as hell. He was limping around. I walked over to him. “Ace you okay?” I asked. He nodded. “I’m part of Westside 5 now” He said smiling with his teeth bleeding. He held up a shirt and a bandana. I shook my head at him. “You stupid, you got jumped in?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah but they make hella money” I kept shaking my head. “You stupid as hell Ace” I told him. He sucked his teeth in. “Why you over here anyways?” He asked. I shrugged. “Cause I hate it at my aunts house” I told him. “She be hitting you?” He asked. I shrugged. “Sometimes, she said I got to get a job soon” I said. “I think she want me to sell my ass” I told him. He was in his boxers looking at me. “She got me fucked up, I ain’t bout to let you do that. I got you man. I’m get you some money” He said. He threw me a shirt and some boxers. “Well maybe I can get jumped in” I said. He limped over to me grabbing me. “Don’t say shit like that” He said. We looked at each other for a minute. “I’m just playing sorry” I went into the bathroom in the hall way to change. When I came back in the room. Ace was icing his face. I shut the door and went to lay down on the bed. “As long as I’m here I got you J” He said. I nodded. I put my headphones on and listened to my cd I had burned. “Nobody going to love me better, I must stick with you forever, nobody going to take me higher, I must stick with you. You know how to appreciate me, I must stick with you my baby. Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick with you” I was feeling the lyrics of the Pussycat dolls. I started writing in my journal.

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Dark Skies

thenightetc Hello! Me Hello there! thenightetc If a "Zarla" knocks on the stream door, she's a friend of mine I told about the stream Me Got it. Bunny1532651036604 Hello! Me Hello there! ThebesAce Ah, there we go, didn't have username set thenightetc Spider! 😀

ThebesAce spide~ thenightetc BIG FLUFFY girl Me Poke. thenightetc omg Me A troublemaker. Bunny1532651492398 Yo thenightetc Hi! ThebesAce hallo! Bunny1532651492398 wow. i do not like this lol thenightetc Awwwww ThebesAce well then you came just as it ended. thenightetc So! what are we in for with this one? thenightetc So! what are we in for with this one? Me Something we can all agree is terrifying. Jalaperilo ill only be here for a bit. still not 100% and also, not the biggest horror fan thenightetc Ohhh boy Me It's the quality of our shared horror experience that counts, not the quantity. thenightetc Very true. Me It's a good one if you don't care for horror. Short on gore, high on aliens. Jalaperilo i like old horror. From beyond, braindead. alien horror seems cool Me Never seen either of those! Are they good? thenightetc ...Is he watching porn ThebesAce yep Jalaperilo yes! Braindead is an early Peter Jackson film and From beyond is from the same director that did reanimator (and has a few recourring characters) thenightetc *relieved that the "schoolgirl" appears to be at least 30* Me Oooh! ThebesAce oh man, I remember Braindead! That movie gets so gross Jalaperilo ikr? so fun ThebesAce especially the bits with the priest Jalaperilo but i do think if you've never see them, watch reanimator and from beyond Me I do like Reanimator. thenightetc I've never seen it 😮 Jalaperilo people injecting bright green liquid and sending them crazy? lots of practice with that huh? Me Naturally! ThebesAce oh, Knockout, I have a wiki page for purposes of future so-bad-it's-hilarious movie nights Me Do tell! ThebesAce https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Syfy_original_films a complete list of Syfy Original movies thenightetc Well, that can't be good ThebesAce well, not 100% complete, but enough for entertainment Me Beautiful! thenightetc Well, that's productive Me That'll help something. thenightetc ...What. ThebesAce This is a thing that is happening thenightetc I'm unsettled Jalaperilo wasnt this a thing in ppoltergeist? the chairs being put on the table thenightetc At this point it's definitely beyond what a raccoon or something could accomplish Me At any rate, time to switch planets. Jalaperilo I WISH I COULD GO LIVE ON ANOTHER PLANET sorry, didnt means caps Me It was a sentiment worth yelling. Jalaperilo she drank can we just watch the sharks? thenightetc his terrible edifice of lies ThebesAce "I didn't lie. If I lied, I'd be the asshole here. So I didn't lie." SOUNDS LEGIT thenightetc Ha! Jalaperilo "i didnt lie" i said,you know, like a lier Me Hah! thenightetc Right? Jalaperilo this is more terrifying than anything else, an alarm going off in the middle of the night. happens to me too many times thenightetc Ohhhh dear Now go check the kitchen. ...Okay! That's fucked up Jalaperilo 'cause its the one thing you cant replace' lots of john mulaney shit happening lol ThebesAce HA Me Plot twist: John Mulaney was behind all of this. Jalaperilo ha! Jalaperilo i hate kids in horror. even if theyre not at fault, theyre al so creepy thenightetc So he's wrecking his kid's room because of a dream. Jalaperilo i hate this man thenightetc Yeah. ThebesAce I detect an arrogant asshat who makes everything about himself Jalaperilo lets see how he handles this thenightetc uh Me That's how I react whenever something leaks on my anatomy. Jalaperilo even breakdown? Me Especially Breakdown. thenightetc Poor bird. hey what the fuck! Maybe just LET the bank foreclose Jalaperilo i dont understand whats going on. like what is the bad things power? Me Childish pranks and an impassioned hatred of birds. ThebesAce birds are pretty easy to hate Jalaperilo maybe theyve seen birdemic Me Maybe let the bank take the boy, too. thenightetc What did he say? I couldn't quite hear The kid, I mean Jalaperilo he said im a creepy ass boy Me "Then I wasn't me anymore." thenightetc ...Ohhh Jalaperilo big mood thenightetc I keep expecting jumpscares Jalaperilo does no one turn the lights on? thenightetc ...HE didn't trigger the alarm when he went out ThebesAce We are officially in 'get him to an institution' territory. thenightetc So he definitely has some kind of implant or something, huh Or something laid eggs in his skin Jalaperilo or a slight allergy o his new shampoo thenightetc *facepalm* Me No, don't reward him for that! Jalaperilo fucking cliche as shit 'if a boy is mean he just likes you' fuck off and get in the sea ThebesAce right? thenightetc dude not the time Me "Let's do it while the aliens are watching." Jalaperilo sorry thebes, i keep reading your name as The besace as if it rhymes with vesace lol ThebesAce pfff well go ahead if it amuses you~ Jalaperilo that is my internal nick name for you now, thenightetc Of course they can fuck up cameras. Me In the most artistically haunting way possible, of course. thenightetc ...Kinda looks like they were going to each room in turn, too oh no Me I like how they just let her do that. Jalaperilo someone didnt wash her makeup off thenightetc Jesus Jalaperilo oh shit, it was real Me "Search" thenightetc Heh. "chosen" ThebesAce The graaays We got the Vok, but you got the grays. Jalaperilo how come most of the aliens out there are wither chill or war like, but the grays are the only creepy ass ones? ThebesAce oh, that's easy. They're trying decide between the two. thenightetc "thank god because I just lost mine" ThebesAce nothin' creepier than an unknown thenightetc oh jeez hope neither of them gets possessed during-- Me Or alternatively, both of them get possessed during and it qualifies as an orgy. thenightetc lights, get the lights ThebesAce I've read more than one story that works on that logic. Just now you'd throw in the grays thenightetc goddamn uh FUCK Me That's the only part of this movie that gets me. Jalaperilo turn on the goddamn lights!!! ThebesAce oh my god that's not how that works Jalaperilo well, im gonna go try to sleep, but its still 22 degrees C here with 76% humidity so i dunno how well ill sleep thenightetc yikes... good luck ThebesAce good luck with that friend! Me Good luck! Have a gray-free sleep! Jalaperilo i will tell you, today it rained for the first time in 55 days here asnd even then it was only 5 minutes so yeah. bad times in SE England if the grays have AC, ill let them take me ThebesAce yargh--I lived in London for a while, sounds like a nightmare thenightetc *shudder* Jalaperilo night! ThebesAce night! thenightetc "hey jackass, you got out of bed , walked out into the yard, and started leaking blood without knowing anything about it" Uh Jesus ThebesAce the straights are at it again thenightetc I THINK the orange tip means it's a fake gun But I'm not ENTIRELY sure Me There's a mood. thenightetc ...jesus really, why WOULDN'T he think they did it ...did she just start crying blood? thenightetc oh god oh no FUCK ThebesAce WELL THEN PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE Me And only three. No more, no less. thenightetc Three shall be the number of aliens,a nd the number of the aliens shall be three ThebesAce This is so weird watching this outdated science considering we just elected our first lizardman president. Me Hah! thenightetc Taking ol' Lincoln out of his chair Me Taking him on a joyride around the galaxy, snapping pictures on alien planets. Me Not very well, clearly. thenightetc he says that like he's *shudder8 thenightetc ...So... does he have any tips on "fighting", or...? ThebesAce BET THE GRAYS GOT TO HIS FRIENDS thenightetc Well, if they're lucky, they might "move on" to their friends.... "give him my eyes" Me Give him a few organs you don't need. thenightetc ...they've kind of... already shown they can get anywhere in the house Me "Don't split up." "Let's do exactly that!" thenightetc FUCK NOPE ThebesAce DON'T SPLIT THE PARTY thenightetc oh god oh god ThebesAce welllllll hell thenightetc ah. So Sammy wasn' tthe first one they contacted. Me Surprise! thenightetc and it just leaves it there!!! Me That it does! ThebesAce well then. That... went wrong for everyone involved to say the least Me Literally nothing went right. thenightetc don't like that, no sir yeah I noticed the Apple product placement there not the long list of others though Me Well, there we are! thenightetc Could we... watch something a little lighter to top it off? Little mood whiplash? Me Absolutely! Any requests? thenightetc Nothing I can think of thenightetc Ahhhh, 900 numbers targetting kids! Me This is what you get when you leave my to my own devices. thenightetc Of course, now we have pay-to-win phone games thenightetc I wonder what happened if you called the number ThebesAce Could be worse. Could be the Wow Wow Wibble Woggle Wazzie Woodle Woo Me You become the next Freddy Freaker. thenightetc Scary! "Vines that butter my croissant" *squints* Ooooo! Ooooo! ThebesAce this reminds me, I gotta snag me the new Jurassic Park game. It lets you let giant carnivores loose wherever the hell you want thenightetc Oh gosh I saw the most amazing Planet Coaster LP, but it's way too long (Over an hour, at least) Me Link? Maybe we'll watch it one of these nights! thenightetc Let me see if I can find it again... I'm sure I can, just gimme a minute thenightetc ...I come back and everything's on fire! thenightetc Alright, so, it's more like eight hours total, but anyway here's part 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QstYje84DaM for your amusement thenightetc So it's uh more of a slow burn Oh wow Me I'm intrigued! thenightetc PFFFF thenightetc I looked it up and that kind of thing isn't really enforceable ThebesAce I recognized that cartoon thing. That was the Land Before Time ripoff they show when they can't get the rights for Land Before Time thenightetc HA Me It's delightfully horrifying. Me I think that's a good place to close for tonight! ThebesAce agreed, thanks for having us! thenightetc Yes And thank you! Wait Could you... hover over that third one The "top 100" thing Aha Thanks, I just wanted to see what that was Me Not a problem! Thank you all for coming, as always! thenightetc I didn't know GTA had a bulldozer thing to shove people off a board Me I didn't either until exactly this second. ThebesAce no, no, that's just to emphasize the fail it's GTA V compilation they do not have those graphics thenightetc I mean, ThebesAce whoop, got you might have been joking, my brain skipped there thenightetc I kind of want to know where they got that art though Anyway! Goodnight, and thanks again. ThebesAce good night! Thanks! Me Good night!

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Spit-Take’s Last Squirt

I look down at the parking lot of the apartment complex, I briefly think the back of a woman’s head walking away from me is the front of a hot guy walking towards me.  I hear a deadbolt unlock and turn and am invited inside.  Crossing the threshold of Rob’s apartment door sinks a throttled prick through my body akin to stumbling into a rusty and bubble-wrapped metal spike apparently for sale in an antique store.  Even as the top door hinge passes by my temple as a snubbed showbiz air kiss there is a flash in my mind of something, unrelated to the physical apartment and also a thing I will never be able to remove, that asks to keep my focus in two places at once.  Between these two places, the feet and the head spitroast me with their perverse negotiations.  My initial trauma is at this point overused as a topic and let’s agree boring to think about; my mind starts to suggest trauma spinoffs instead.  I am given a glass of water by Rob but then ask for a beer as, without asking, my memory gifts me excruciating yet kinkily edited content of my attempts to recover.  One of the best ways to come back from a nervous breakdown, I decided in the aftermath of that notable moment, is to do it very very quickly, ‘few solutions are as correct as speed-processing a massive landmark shift in the perception of reality,’ I had soothed myself in the aftermath.  I was hoping for something shittier than an IPA, I drink the IPA and turn, I notice the back of what I believe is an old woman’s head and body resting on the couch.  

After my  ˹survivable event˼  it was typical for all of the dying to retire inward. I believed I could bring back my life in the same way that people made jokes about being dead inside to prepare for the end of the world.  Alright, the remodeling of total defeat into pragmatic quarantine.  Enough disaster movies had passed, everyone notices catastrophes have entertainment value, I would walk past and look in the glass reflection of a recently opened Thai street food spot run by white ex-skaters, I evaluated my drilled in face and greyed out options, my de-emphasized terror: maybe even I could be entertaining. My original twist on the concept of recovering was to imagine my strength and ability as limitless. To decide I could pre-understand the well-flung implications of my situation, of a mind unable to cope with learning all of the things that are possible.  I wanted to turbo-ravel a lights out unraveling; the poet who wanted to be a cop.  I turn to Rob and say nothing about the apparently older woman, he also says nothing about her, asks, “what kind of music do you like?” before playing an Ace of Base song and I don’t have to answer.  The woman seems to be activated.  Her limbs slide against her torso and she turns to look around the room, then briefly at us but again at the room, then one certain spot on the wall to the right of where we are standing where she settles and says “hi” in a warble expelled as a foehn.    

I return the hi and am introduced to Gail.  I thought of all my failed solutions.  For instance, attending several satellite Occupy Wall Street protests, where discussions of income inequality and widespread mobilization were annotated with shouts, why is there fluoride in our water and end the fed.  One important takeaway involved a large man yelling along to the song being played on the sound system, “fuck you I won’t do what you tell me,” for two repetitions of the lyric before realizing no one else would join him and vanishing into embarrassed aerosol.  A successful protest fixates on a way for everyone to feel more or less the same emotion at a coordinated moment.  A successful protest is very sharply art directed and does not relish the display of rehearsed outrage.  The foot I thought I’d taken out of my ass and put through the door had somehow ended up in some other ass.  Feel it for the first time again.  Though people will regularly re-watch movies only waiting for their favorite lines to be said, it seems they rarely stop to consider protest tactics they have seen before.  I thought I had the patience, the dedication for such things, I tapped out naturally and in gas form. “She needed a place to stay for a bit,” Rob tells me, Gail says nothing but smiles lightly, looking at us in some awesome combo of salivating for a response and indifferent to the fact of being trapped behind twenty successive panes of stained glass.  Tchah, the experience of watching an ancient demon fail an eight week long beginner’s course on improv. “I see,” I conclude, Gail’s expression remains the same.  “Wow…’Beautiful Life’ is such a good song,” Rob says. The song moves to the front. I say, “Yes, I do love ‘Beautiful Life.’”

I had tried walks and not just sometimes but many walks.  Down the city cul-de-sac at a certain time.  Listening to wordless music, this one some sort of ambient dramatization of Eurydice’s botched escape from the underworld, a repetitive melancholy chunnel.  Then a rotation: it becomes Britney from an era when pop turned us around an axis both blingy and higgedly-piggedly-nigh-fucky-wucky, gently increasing the healing concept with each exacting flail, that there may be a consolation for all problems leading up to and including the end of the world.  The consolation was dancing all night.  Of course the time of my walks was twilight.  Fried mindsets gave the music much power as a narrative soundtrack; as I looked at a single branch of a very tall tree overhead and caught in sunset and streetlight, jiggled evocatively by wind, and heard a sort of coincidental despair-organized belch from the buckled gut of the mp3, I attempted to speed things up by trying to lose my mind all of the way.  This did not work, I had to stay somewhere in between.  

I went on more walks alone but never too far from my amazing bed.  It was crucial to be within 30 walking minutes of somewhere unsurveilled where I could lay down and catalogue mysterious headaches, as mysterious headaches had rightfully been selected as the center of my world.  The speed of losing a mind is incredibly hard to measure.  Gail also listens to ‘Beautiful Life’ and clearly does not know what it is, I don’t feel familiar enough with Rob to confront the question of how they know each other, I try:

“Are you two related?”

“No no no, haha,” Rob’s voice enters an excited tone. Gail emerges a glacial grin that, even as it forms one of the most approachable configurations able to be realized on a face, still seems misdirected from the hook of a comforting social cue, “no, I met Gail at a bar last night.  At Tina’s.  She just needs a place to stay for a little.  She just moved back here.”  “I spent many years in Lawrence, with my family,” Gail says.  

“I see.”  

Context clues point to homeless, I ache to know much more, Rob twirls around with unbridled pizazz.  He puts his two arms straight out towards me, “what would — ohhh!!”  He retracts his arms. “I was going to ask if you wanted something to drink.” Gail rests, “but you already have a beer,” and here he must have felt the panic to entertain away a social gaffe by immediately giving a clear-cut logical explanation, “my mind has been wiped away this week.  So much molly…           Well…   good.”  

“Yes.”  

“Yes INDEED hunny. This past weekend just about mummified me, I’ve been in a sarcophagus all WEEK, did you do anything fun?”

“Umm.”

I remembered then I was trying to stop using umm. I was coaching myself to be quite fearless and brave when entering sentences.  The CEO of a major newspaper-then-media company once said, before filming a segment for an in-house spot on the company’s approach to advertising its newly launched free weekly targeting 23-35 y/o young professionals, ‘I’m not an umm guy.’  This dialogue, delivered to the video director who was reminding the CEO to look straight in the camera and avoid using expressions like “umm” and “uhh” since they communicated unpreparedness, nerves or insecurity, revealed in its choppy severity a set of verbal and body language constraints that likely this man thought of all the time in order to conjure his short and long term goals.  Likely he thought of them almost as much as I thought about mysterious headaches.  I had been hired to help craft services for the shoot and spent much of the time sitting against a wall print of a famous basketball player, staring at the glass-walled office and elevators meant to enhance, via the perspective of ‘more space’ given by such architecture, a tech-oriented workplace for the media-damaged graduates.  See-thru offices offer more natural light, the young people of the era seem to enjoy a certain kind of light.  Another two-day job to float me, and an opportunity to rebuild a stomach for being outside of my incredible room.  “I stayed in on Saturday,” then I pause before continuing, “I watched a movie.  A documentary,” which I had watched for 17 minutes before moving to my window to observe the parking lot for 45 minutes, followed by bed.  

Rob seems uncomfortable with this idea, “you should come out with us this weekend. There’s some stuff going on.  Maybe you can come to this super fun party, it’s a queer party.  In fact it’s a conspiracy theory-themed queer party.”  Gail moves her left forefinger a splanch.  “It’s really funny! And good music, people dress up, it’s called……….Femmetrails” there is a pause of expectation which I do not know how to meet and which is ignored “it’s really funny and lots of dancing. My friend Blake hosts it. But in drag.  And, guess what his drag name is” I try to remember: was it a parking lot I observed, or a man in his early 40s masturbating within a fingerprint-shrouded computer screen “Georgia SORROWS.  Gail’s going to come!”  Gail has stopped grinning and seems to be unreachable for the length of a square breath before a small shift in her sitting style punctures the proto-gargoyle droop. “Yes I am going to come” she confirms.  “Yes and you should too,” it appears Rob is attached to the idea.  I clean out my lower mouth with my tongue, with mouth closed.  “That would be, maybe” this seems to be enough of an answer for everyone.  

Rob sits on the ground, I begin to prepare my body to also sit on the ground.  It had been a meat lover’s pizza approach to self-healing.  Kava tea from the pharmacy chain, sugar abstinence, performative meditation, I slipped into nonsensical jogging regimens, coffee abstinence, I walked gently in frozen empty parking lots, I didn’t touch anyone for a full year, “my balls are lost halls,” short term CBT and do-it-yourself biofeedback, waiting for hyperventilation so I could write about it, and all this supported by typical means: substantial daily hard alcohol acceptances and fearless ibuprofen stuffings.  And to heal oneself completely, one must never enlighten others to the full extent of the problem and the drenched map of half-solutions being applied, regularly, in secret.  Yes, I had as much spiritual discipline as a teen in an Intro to Photo class taking b&w photos of homeless people on the street.  I sit down at least four feet away from Rob and twelve from Gail, who in the meantime it has been discovered does not know the story of Amanda Bynes’ breakdown.  She also does not know who Amanda Bynes is.  Neither Rob nor I have any interest in making that clear.  The super gonorrheic minutiae that line and then bedazzle the mental process of a terrified person do not enter conversations as smoothly as quotes from 23 year old cult TV shows canceled after two seasons.  Not a shock, only a condition that makes the thoughts turn ever more crunched, ever more specific and internally bound, glowing with unpopular culture.

[quonit-aceattorney]

4-1 Reaction

Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

Index

Q: new game

Turnabout Trump hmmm

Q: wooohhhhh this looks weird

it's a lot more animated so far

painter

paintings

candle!

sad music

spiders and sards

who loose

bottle

blood

Q: cards

RING

RING

RING

who is in trouble

AH THE BACKGROUND WERE REDONE

i need to know the year dammit

well april 20... 7 years after... april 20 2028

Apollo!!!

who is this dude he looks ever so slightly recognizable

Q: one moment let me look at the court record and that book button i wanna press all the things before i listen to this conversation

YAY EXAMINING THE EXAMINED IS BACK

aw apollo is very happy with his job

wohhhh i can also slide the thing instead of pressing the arrows on the side

dammit i recognize this name... hmmm...

that phoenix guy person or something...

victim alright

BACK TO THE CONVERSATION

NO I WANNA PRESS THE BOOK BUTTON

THAT'S A SAVE BUTTON!!! YESSSS

Q: and it asks me if i wanna go to the title screen instead of just taking em there!!! this isawesome

Q: Apollo is great so far

APOLLO IS FINE

Kristoph: Don't say you're fine quite so much shut up

ya maybe the client should introduce himself to me

Apollo: The defendant has been accused of murder what other things should people be accused of in this game

hello stupid head introduce yourself to me

Stupid head Phoenix stupid: So you're- Apollo: Fine! I-I'm fine! APOLLO IS FINE

yes Apollo is now mr.fine

Phoenix you have an odder name you can't say that

Q: Apollo! Be confident!

apollo is still great

i like the new font

THE FAR SHOTS

BF: Apollo is so great

Q: NO

THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PAINTED AND BRIGHTER whatever

hey judge

one moment let me listen to this awesome music

omg it's window payne

BF: And “I’m fine!” Is basically his catchphrase as I’m sure you’ve noticed

Q: i like that phrase

BF: And you’ve no doubt been introduced to the concept of his “Chords of Steel” workouts. (Basically he yells a lot to pump himself up)

Q: oh! i was wondering if he made that up th get out of something but alright.

BF: With that in mind, you should know that there is totally official art of Apollo in like the Defendant’s lobby or something, DOING his Chords of Steel exercise

Q: yessss

BF: (I.E. screaming into the “camera”)

Q: i wanna see

I have this grudge against Gavin already for some reason. That is just the emotion he evokes from me.

BF: While Kristoph sits on the couch just behind him, looking wholly undisturbed

BF: With earplugs in his ears

Q: yessss

STATE YOUR NAME STUPID

SEE THE JUDGE KNOWS HIM

FINALLY

BF: Hahaha gonna let you form your own opinions on Kris, I have very strong ones

Q:

alright haha.

Q:

im mad at him

BF: Hobo Phoenix is kind of a troll

BF: He’s basically regular Phoenix with his sarcasm filter turned off.

Plus some stuff I can’t talk about because spoilers

Q: ah alright

grape juice: I remember something about thing being said before when i read something on 2-4

Q: fine if it's gambling we can focus on that later RIGHT NOW WE ARE TALKING ABOUT MURDER

Q:

Payne: :something something stupid: and impress women Me: nah he doesn't look straight to me

Q: 

Payne: Better than a defense attorney who can't defend Window Payne is the worst of everybody here so far

BF: Payne has always looked a bit like Riff Raff from Rocky Horror in this one.  It’s the hair...

Q: I've noticed...

Gavin: Are you alright? You're sweating bullets.

Apollo: Bullets!? Where!?

yay! they let most of the tutorial be optional

Q: im in doubt so i will press everything

Phoenix that's a benie you don't hide your face with it that's not how it works

hehe Phoenix still easily beats winston

Q: wait how did phoenix become a hobo didn't he get half a million dollars at the end of the third game

wait no i don't ask questions like that that's spoilers

BF: hahahaha i wouldn't say he was rich at the end of game three (or not that I remember), but he was still in a good place.

and yes, how he got HERE is MAJOR spoilers.

Q: just gonna wait and see then

Gavin everything is poetic to you

BF: hahaaha Kris has quite the dramatic streak, it's true. lD  And a love of flowery language

Q: I'll expect that to continue then

Q: :0 i think i found a contradiction. I am very proud of myself. now to see if it works

it worked!

hehe! Apollo yelling objection throught he text box

Payne's hair swoosh

Q: Wright your phone is still outdated af

BF: Phoenix? Upgrade his phone? heaven forbid!

Q: who is this witness

BF: a lady with a mid 00's meme for a name

Q:

oh boy

Q:

Judge: Where is the witness?? Payne: I surmise that she has been frightened by the defense's demonic looking horns HAH

Olga Orly hmm

HEY LOOK A PHOTO FROM THE SCENE OF THE MUDER >:(

Q: 

Ogla: That night, customer asked me to deal cards for a game is that a typo or am i missing something

nah this seems to be a recurring theme so i guess not

BF: she's supposed to be speaking with a very stereotypical broken English type Russian Accent hahah

Q: ohhh

if this photo is true why is the grape juice on the other side of the table

BF: http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/o-rly     Also, because this meme is old

Hmmmmmm

Q: trying to go to the link

Q: one moment

Q: i need to go eat give me a second

BF: okaaaay

Q: back

i ended up accidentally pulling out the SD card and has to play back to where i was

Apollo: It's already April. How could it be cold? Well 1st off they were in a basement and 2nd off what state are you in

oh ya the meme link

OH I get it now haha.

Q: O RLY your testimony is WRONG i have the autopsy report!

Apollo: :When objecting: Oh really? when did this game come out

Q: hehe Apollo looks very happy with himselfQ: if he played the whole time with a hand on a locket, then how come it isn't on him when he diedQ: dammit phoenix

wtf

what is the photo

wtf why cant i see it

dammit

Q: I highly doubt this once again because the grape juice is on the wrong side of the table if phoenix was loosing

Q:

Apollo: Methinks the judge watches too many movies i wouldn't be surprised

Q: my computer flashed the blue screen of death for some reason... thank god i already finished scrolling all of the way up there yesterday

Q: Otherwise: Gavin what the hell do you want me to do what is wrong with it

photo do you know??? yes it does :D

Q: test

dammit

Q: i was sending a bunch of messages but they apparently didn't go through. I'm getting them now

Gavin: It's almost as if you figured it out by yourself i'm still mad at you for no reason at all don't say stuff like that SEE PHOENIX WAS WINNING. MORONS. Q: Winston's hair is hilarious that is an absolutely awful pun Q: but somebody already said there couldn't have been a cheat because of the cards Q: who cares if i have any idea how poker works or now *not Q: ...not here aren't 5 aces... *NO THERE Q: I'll take the victim's hand. I'm pretty sure it's normal fro there to be 4 red cards and 1 blue... right? nah OLGA WHAT THE HECK Q: :0 THE INTENSE BATTLE MUSIC PLAYING sounds like a remix of the first. oh no! She fell over! Now she won't be able to catch her plates!

so BACK TO GAME

Also i have decided that i am 96% certain that this daughter person is Pearl because i really dont think he had a kid in those 7 years

I want 50 cents if i am right

PHOENIX WHAT IS IT YOU AREN'T GUILTY

Q:

Payne: Raising objections when you are about to get off the hook?!? well I mean... for somebody like Phoenix i guess it makes sense. He wants the whole truth discovered. whatever im probably being dumb

Q: this is interesting

I've also decided i forgive phoenix for being mean and stupid

quonit-aceattorney

uhuh

i don't... crap i need to figure out when the cards were swapped now or im dead

05/18/2018

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back

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Window Payne is so confused haha

quonit-aceattorney

Gavin is doing the anime glasses thing

FINALLY I CAN SEE THE PICTURE

THANK YOU

DAMMIT

eh wahtever

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phoenix im still mad at you give me a reason to forgive you for exlisting

Q: savepoint. That music was awful weird.Q: o rly is a new person nowQ: how dare you even though i haven't seen him in 7 years I will still protect phoenix from evil people

I'm still bad at him but i would give him cookies

Q: aw she called Phoenix' hat cute

Q: wait there was something inverted

what

ya no you're a lying jerk

THIS IS TERRIFYING

Q: what the fuck

Q: no, Phoenix called the cops!

Q: uhhh well im not sure who is colorblind here

but it's not phoenix or the o rly girl so... i have no idea??? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME

Q: and it's not somebody who was already there because it was a fourth person???

frick

uhhh

Q: when playing this all i feel like im doing is embarrassing myself. What do you want me to dooooo

Q: holy shit my 2nd guess was right

Q: dammit Gavin why

see i knew i had a grudge agaist you for no reason, now i have a reason

Payne is not used to turnabout like this

Q: hmmmm ya why not. I am the defense attorney i make the rules

OF COURSE I WOULD BETRAY YOU. YOU'RE MEAN I KNOW IT!@

Q: NO GAVIN I LIKE PHOENIX MORE THAN YOU

Apollo: Why can't I have a normal trial!? Because you are officially antiquated with Phoenix now: You will never have a normal trial. You have been cursed.

Q: SO NOW both the card and the fingerprints makes sense! Thank Wright for telling me this in the MIDDLE OF THE TRIAL

Q: phoenix the bottle is empty

Q: 

Mr.Gavin: Perhaps a fifth person came and took it out? Oh, and a sixth person could've helped!

shut up you were there

Q: I've been stuck for like 20 minuets now

Q: stupid game

whyyy

i found a contradiction like 30 minutes ago and it did NOTHING ANYWHERE

Q: NOTHING ELSE IS DOING ANYTHING EITHER

I HAVE AN EVIL GUY SITTING NEXT TO ME AND SOME DUDE I USED TO KNOW NOT GIVING ME STRAIGHT ANSWERS

Q: All of the characters in this game suck and I sound stupid when i try to predict things

Q: like how am i supposed to know anything im just making stupid claims when i have absolutely nothing

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT'S STUPID

Q: LATER IT JUST LOOKS STUPID BUT  IT REALLY ISN'T WITH THE KNOWLEDGE I HAD RIGHT

Q: gah everybody from this game still sucks

IT'S BEEN FORTY MENUTES

BF: I think when you are that stuck, you are officially allowed to take a peak at a guide

Q: THANKS

bleh i hate using them but it has been NEARLY AN HOR

HOUR

BF: This one is weirdly tricky for a Tutorial case!

Q: at first I was like "Well it's a tutorial case but all of them get harder with each game" and then i remembered this came out years later and is kinda like a rebootish thing and is kinda for new players and it's dumb how hard this is

Q: looked at the guide for a second for the very specific thing: I feel stupid >:(

Q: HOW DID I MISS THAT >:(

STUPID HAT

before you sent a message I was writing something about why i decided i hate evreybody from this game

BF: Hahahaha it’s okay. I can’t count the number of times these games have made me feel that way

Q: ...stupid...stupid game making me look stupid... stupid...

BF just UGHHH THIS IS SO EASY NOW THAT I KNOW

Calm down, breath

Q: I LOOKED OVER ALL OF THE PHOTOS ALREADY HOW DID I MISS IT

okay one moment

BF: It’s not always easy to work out what kind of logic the game wants you to follow

BF: It’s got nothing to do with how smart you are

In that regard, it’s like an older style adventure game

Q: alright...

I forgave him and only him he's the only one who did nothing wrong

Gavin you are the worst of everybody in this room and saying that makes me feel better

now stop being mean to phoenix even if he is lying

Q: yesss phoenix is being useful. Tell me about this conversation

Q: NOW I REMEMBER WHY THAT GAVIN GUY LOOKS SLIGHTLY FAMILIAR

(Edit: In reference to this comic)

Q: At least i think that was him in that comic... i dunno I think that is where i remember him slightly from

oh no i saw a stupid comic how could i get so many spoilers oh nooooo

Q: hi top hat girl! I forgive your existence!

is the card this girl gave me a 5 of hearts

nope it's an ace with blood on it! Thank you girl! Also i forgive your existence because I'm pretty sure i remember you were adopted

I’Q: I'm revealing all of the spoilers I know at first so that i don't feel like m hiding them later

like for example: Godot having poor vision. I felt guilty hiding it. so i'm not going to hide probably spoilers I know with this game

BF: Hahaha that was him!

Q: yaaaay

Q: I think the first thing that made me not like him though when u started playing is that he was smiling and didn't seem to change his expression... like everybody else did and he was just kinda sitting there being the same and giving me tips and i have never liked that from this game... for some reason...

Q: Gavin that testimony is full of crap

BF: Kristoph and his ^_^ haha

Q: STOP SMILING AND BEING QUIETISH AND GIVING APOLLO TIPS YOU FREAK ME OUT IT'S LIKE I HIT YOU WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER AND YOU FALL DOWN AND THEN YOU GET UP AND SMILE AND PUSH YOUR GLASSES UP AND SAY SOMETHING THAT SOUNDS SMART BUT IS FULL OF LIES

I have trust issues in this game apparently

BF: I will say this; Kris, for all that he’s meant to be this totally cool under pressure Attorney (aka Coolest Defense in the West...pffft...thanks for that, game...) he is remarkably bad about self incriminating

For NO GOOD REASON

:BF I mean, you have to catch him out SOMEHOW but the information that he just VOLUNTEERS

Q: ack. Gavin whyyyy

Q: phoenix is being great. I'm close to forgiving him.

Q: You can argue that this trial is more Kristoph v Phoenix than anything else

Q: Apollo is a newb and this is extremely hard for a tutorial. Why not let him take over some of it?

BF: Lol true

Poor Apollo haha

Q: SORRY YOU COULDN'T HAVE IT EASY BUT YOU'VE BEEN CURSED WITH MAIN CHARACTER OF THE FOURTH ACE ATTORNEY GAME.

Q: I'm not used to this game letting me do this much... like swivel a chair around.

it's like... animated.... I am not used to that

Q: It's a cupboard not a wall you can stand in them if you wanted to

or wasn't there! Smart boy :D

Q: SO THE WINDOW WOULD BE COVERED UP

Q: SECRET PASSAGE of course

Q: Mr Gavin stop it i just pretty much won and you wanna be like "oh nah im super cool not like this effects me in any way because I totally have been hiding something too"

"that would TOTALLY shatter your theory!"

Q:

Phoenix: Don't let him trick you into thinking his explanation is the only legitimate one AS I SAID THEIR ARE OTHER TOTALLY SENSIBLE THEORIES

Q: Kris (because i stopped calling him my his last name): So this is the legendary attorney's famed tactic of misdirection...

see this is what people say when i am winning

Q:

Phoenix: Say apollo, maybe you should examine the bottle maybe you'll find a very specific card in there

Q: ANGRY GAVIN USES LEVITATION

Q: window payne nobody cares just accept it and move on

Q:

Judge: Seven years and you still haven't lost your touch that's nice can he have his badge back?

Phoenix: The second is a man who would tolerate no injectice so you decided on a guy with justice for a last name

CONFETTI FOR PHOENIX WOOO

BF: hhahaaha

at the risk of spoiling something, I'd like you to know that you haven't seen Kristoph's FULL breakdown.

Yet. >:D

Q:

Phoenix: How about you come and work for me YESSSS BACK IN WRIGHT AND CO LAW OFFICES WHERE I BELONG --- I figured!

BF: and yeah, it is...useful to think of him by his first name.

You'll see why in a bit.

Q: Oh ya he has a family... i think i remember something about a brother

that's spoilers I won't ask

BF: :3

Q: APOLLO I KNOW YOU ARE MAD BUT DON'T PUNCH PHOENIX HE'S BEEN ASSAULTED ENOUGH ALREADY

Phoenix: oh and about your uppercut... Try yelling, "Take that!" next time. I find it packs a little more punch ^^^ 100% with phoenix on this one

Q: well that was an awful long beginning. Apollo can we investigate more and talk to people this time?